multifandom one-shots

Wren Kingston - I don't want to forget

After waiting for what felt like eternity, I took a look at my phone. 10:30 pm.
Wow, he didn't give a shit at all. I sighed, ordering my third glass of Rosé. I sipped on my glass not noticing the familiar face that was approaching me.
"Who are you waiting for darling?" I immediately recognized the accent. So charming. I didn't look at him right away. "My date bailed on me" "Then he's an idiot" I looked up slightly annoyed as I took in Wren's soft features. His eyes always looked so...alive. "Sean isn't an idiot, he just has a lot going on that's all" I tried to defend my date that didn't even bother to show up.
"Wait Sean? Don't tell me you mean THE Sean. The one that used to date Hanna?" "Yea that one, exactly" "I meant what I said then. He's an idiot. You shouldn't date someone who doesn't appreciate you" he was trying to make me feel better. "You seem to know an awful lot about who I should and shouldn't be dating" I turn my head to meet his gaze again. He held the eye contact for a few seconds and smiled, before walking towards the chair across from me and taking a seat.
"What are you doing?" I asked him raising my brows. "I'm your date now" he stated confidently.
I couldn't help but smirk a little and give him the 'Are you serious ?' look.
"I can't be worse than Sean can I" he said. I know it wasn't a question. He was right. He couldn't ever be worse than Sean. A little smile formed on the corner of my lips "Alright, give me all you got".
He smirked at me "Trust me y/n, I will" I only now realized what I just said. I chuckled at his dirty mind and shook my head.

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Soon I had inhaled my fourth glass of wine, then my fifth and I finally felt a little tipsy.
I had to admit I was actually really enjoying the time with Wren. He was good looking, he was nice and charming and a doctor. This man was attractive as fuck. And even tho he wasn't that tall, he was still taller than me.
"Are you alright darling?" he asked me smiling. And GOD did that accent make me fold. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked politely. He was such a gentleman and I loved that about him. That, plus the irresistible british accent were enough to make me horny. "I want you to take me home with you" I looked at him through my long lashes. I honestly don't know where the sudden boldness came from. Probably the alcohol, but I really didn't give a fuck right now. A wicked grin was now plastered on his beautiful face but he responded ever so nicely "If that's what you want darling" fuck "Alright then let's go" When I got up from my chair I gripped the table for a second helping myself not to fall over. Not a second later I felt Wren's hands gently grab my arm and waist to help me stand steadily. "Thanks" I smiled at him, holding eye contact again, a little longer than needed.
He helped me put on my coat and when we left the restaurant, the cool air hit me like a wave of ice water. It felt so good. The much needed fresh air on my soft skin, Wren's delicious smell hitting my nose, making goosebumps rise on my arms and his warm breath tickling my neck from where he was standing behind me.
He spinned me around to make me look him in the eyes. For a moment it was comforting silence and his eyes were taking in every feature of my face so delicately. Then he broke the silence "Look, I know we agreed to forget about it, but I just... can't" I knew exactly what he was talking about.

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Last week when the girls didn't care enough to fill me in on A's new threats that were sent to Spencer's in an envelope and a cassette. Suddenly I was home alone and getting drunk. Wren passed by my house and saw me sitting on the porch with a cup of Vodka-Bull in my hands. He approached me and out of nowhere I was pouring my heart out to him. How I felt ignored or not important enough when the girls kept secrets from me.
He was so empathetic and nice and he listened to me as if I was the most important person on the planet. And then he kissed me.
The small kiss turned into a whole make out session which only got interrupted because Aria showed up wanting to talk to me. Who knows what could've happened if she didn't come by that night. Wren cleared his throat, said his goodbyes and left.
I saw him again the next day and we decided it would be best to act like it never happened. And we did, until now.

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He was staring alternately into my eyes and on my lips. He was right. I couldn't forget about it either as much as I tried to. I stared back at him and couldn't help but let my gaze drop down to his lips. I felt one of his hands reaching inside my coat which was loosely hanging around my shoulders. His hand was holding my waist tight while he brought his other hand up to cup my cheek.
He came a step closer and I held my breath watching him lean in. His lips hovered over mine when I heard him whisper "I don't want to forget"
I looked into his eyes again meeting his hungry gaze "Neither do I" I admitted as my eyes dropped down to his lips once again before he finally pressed them to mine.  His warm tongue immediately invaded my mouth and he hummed from the bitter sweet taste of Rosé lingering on my tongue.
I closed my eyes and pulled him closer by his muscular arms, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. I want to feel him closer, deeper.
"Take me home with you" I gasped when I finally broke the kiss to catch my breath. He chuckled and I felt him smile as he pressed his lips to mine once again. Our bodies were so close, I couldn't only feel his heartbeat but also the growing bulge in his pants. I couldn't help but smile at this discovery. "We should get going" I whispered.
He walked toward his car and opened the passenger door waiting for me to get in.
"Princess" was all he said when I got in and he closed the door.
The whole way home I was teasing him, skimming my fingers over the fabric on his thighs, grazing my fingertips at the waistband of his jeans.
What I got in return were his heavy breaths and some sneaky comments like "You're gonna regret this when we're home" or "Are you trying to get us killed" or "You're distracting me darling".
I know he was going to make me regret this in a few minutes, but this was way too much fun to stop. And I wanted to see if he was actually gonna follow through with his 'threats', how far he would go.
I couldn't wait for him to turn the car into the driveway.

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